The Battle for Safi

Safi or Asfi is a city in western Morocco on the Atlantic Ocean. It served as the capital of Morocco during the iteration. Although it did not house anything in the realm of beauty, it did serve a purpose for the Norwegian soldiers that decided to invade it.

On January 23rd, 2021, the Kalmar Empire decided to invade the Moroccan capital for a plethora of reasons. First, the nation was a threat to Norwegian civilians located in the Norwegian colony located in Ghana. In addition, the Moroccans claimed the entire western coast of Africa as their rightful property. This led to many obstructions in the overall goal of the Kalmar Empire. And finally, the Moroccans were part of a giant coalition known as the "Disabled Coalition", a coalition of mentally disabled adults who sought to ruin world peace by attacking the gentle giant, the Kalmar Empire.

The leader of the Kalmar Empire, Emperor Lemon Shot, had given numerous peace treaties to the King of Morocco, Moroccan_King. Emperor Lemon Shot lent out his hand to the King, showing his kindness by allowing an alliance against true enemies of democracy. The now non-existent king of Morocco refused feverishly, claiming it was an insult. He responded by disrespecting the civilians living in harmony within the Kalmar Empire. He then continued on to demand gold and land from the Kalmar Empire, with no reason besides "because I said so". Of course, all options of diplomacy of exhausted by diplomats sent to Morocco. The king of Morocco continued to send them away empty handed. This eventually resulted in all lines of communication being burnt. Slowly, time was depleted, and the Empire had no other option than to depend her People.

On the evening of January 22nd, Norwegian troops landed on the British port located in the Gibraltar. Sneakily, the Norwegian troops, with the help of the British, were able to amount a large body of troops to invade Northern Africa. Men, weapons, swords, ammunition, and artillery shells were quietly shipped by the thousands within a 24 hour period. On the other end, the now-defunct country of Morocco continued to mine in their copium mines, as it was their most important export within banana republic of an economy. Dawn came, and troops began to shuffle into their landing craft. The brave men were quiet amongst themselves, knowing what would soon occur. Some knew that they wouldn't be coming home, but knew they would forever live in glory, and will be seen as the greatest Men to walk amongst Earth. However, no price was too heavy to pay if they died for the glory of the Empire.

The Men Land in on Unknown Beaches
The seas around them violently shook. Water splashed from the ocean as bullets penetrated the surface. Artillery shells exploded in the water, causing the cool water to rain down on them. Bullets ricocheted off the landing craft, causing those brave souls using them to duck as they knew what was awaiting them on the beaches. At approximately 1400 CET, the troops dodged and weaved onto the sands of Morocco.

The troops were immediately immersed into a bloody battle on the beaches. Both sides fought viciously, trying to eradicate one another from existence. Many of the Moroccan troops were using some sort of ancient African pharaoh magic, however it succeeded to no avail. Those using it were killed by the Maxim guns that fired non-stop. Artillery guns were set up by the Norwegians, which helped punch through any pillboxes, forts, and walls they came into contact with. Nothing was able to stop the Empire. Moroccan troops unsuccessfully tried to launch a suicidal counter-attack with troops rigged with explosives, but it was uneventful. They were shot before they reached the front lines. "Kill that son of a bitch!" - An unknown Norwegian soldier as he pointed out an enemy deserting his position, after watching his comrades abandon him.

Roughly four hours passed. The casualties amounted on both sides. Many bodies were strewn on the beaches of Morocco, many being of Moroccan soldiers who tried to hold out against a better-trained fighting force. Morale reached an all-time low amongst the Moroccan people. They spent too much time in the Copium mines, and not enough time understanding they were doomed from the start. As time dwindled, they realized they were fighting a losing battle. The king at this point had evacuated his kingdom, taking whatever valuables he could to his estate in Japan. Before he could get on his ship that was waiting for him, he was captured and beheaded by the Captain of the The King's Guard. The Moroccan soldiers continued to fight, not realizing what had become of their leader.

Slowly, the gunfire dwindled. The King's Guard had surrounded the Supreme Court of Safi. They were disgusted by the architecture, but were mesmerized by how the Moroccans lived in such a revolting city. The streets smelled of human fecal matter, and many of the civilians they captured in the city had fingers covered in shit. It was clear it was an uncivilized country led by low-IQ political figures. The Guard had felt sadness for these people, but realized what a challenge they had to overcome in the terms of civilizing them.

The Flag of Red and Yellow Triumphs Over All
The last shot of the war was fired. Every last Moroccan soldier was dead or captured, and the weakest had ran off into the deserts, rather wanting to die of starvation and dehydration rather than to face their deaths like men. The Guard reached the capitol building, stormed it, and cleared the rat's nest floor by floor. They finally reached the final floor of the building, where the Moroccan flag wavered over the dismal state of the now-defunct nation. The troops slowly lowered the battered, shit-covered flag, and then replaced it with the pure, royal colors of the Kalmar Union.

Any soldiers that were captured were shown the head of the King they once fought for, then watched as their sons and daughters were killed off to end their family lines. Their wives were violently raped, and then beheaded in front of their husbands. These men cried and begged for mercy, but were shown none. Their King had left them to die, and they did not face their defeat like men. If only they had accepted the peace terms offered by the Empire...

The reconstruction of Morocco may take years. Many of the residing population left for Japan, refusing to admit their defeat. Maybe one day this Earth will be cleansed of this disgusting city...